| Your evil eye, in the night,
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| Cruising low, flashing white,
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| There together, in the dark,
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| But it ain’t no friend just another scared nark,
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| Lawman, I think you’re a poor man
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| Every time you speak to me,
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| Makes it plain that you don’t see,
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| What’s really happening here,
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| You just confuse respect with fear,
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| Lawman, I think you’re a poor man
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| I see you in the Crown Court,
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| Seems to me it’s like a blood sport,
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| I know you live by a book of rules,
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| But anyone who needs a book is a fool,
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| Lawman, I think you’re a poor man |